please dont make my last words turn into lies
we’ll have time to talk
i think your phone is dead
and i’m just hoping you’re not
i know you’re sorry
and i know you love me
but it’s not enough
tell me something
anything

just laying down
looking at the ceiling
your skin pressed on my palm
throwing an anchor
in the ocean of my memory
hoping the waves of time
won’t swallow it

My nails are ***** but I am sovereign
I don’t have to do what I think is wrongful
kicking up my heels in the mud

I wear my crown around my thigh
a victory belt suspended right above my knee
head held up high
above the assembly

the world is shrinking around me
or am I too big for my body ?
the heart throbbing off beat
the little hand shaking out of sync
emotions screeching down the throat
only the constant drone of my fears
endlessly ringing in my ears
drowning in my own tears
Oh I wished I hadn’t cried this much

in a bit of a mess, left out for years
what’s the point of denying it
on top of the list
I’m terrified of the piano in the attic,

black dots & lifeline on a blank sheet
music heals wounds you can see through
I wonder if I’d be alive if it wasn’t for you

Blowing the dust off my toy piano
watch your baby steps
until you make it there

forget the headache & heavy-going feeling
until you’re weightless
wandering the chords you might loose yourself

Dans la pâleur de l’hiver
un rayon de soleil triomphe
sur la palette de la
saison froide,
couvrant ainsi les couleurs
désaturées
d’une teinte de pêche dorée